"Penna"

"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." -E. L. Doctorow

"A novel is never anything but a philosophy put into images." -Albert Camus

Once upon a time, 

I moved into Stratford Court 

and quickly discovered that my room-roommate 

was a living, breathing form

of one of my characters in the book I'm writing. 

It's been fascinating talking with Kami 

(or, as I call her, "Aiata") 

when I'm acting like my main charry, Cho.

I get to see how the two would interact 

in real life.

Making them all the more tangible to me.

Kami/Aiata is gifted in cooking, analyzing, kindness... 

And she's amazing with designs.

Just looking at these penna etchings she did on my hands, 

I feel like I'm in my main man's (Toraj's) desert home. 

I feel like I'm in my book.

Am I crazy for having so many muses living inside me?

But... aren't we all a patchwork of people? 

Aren't we walking quilts of the ones who've sewn us?

{♪ "Ne Me Jugez Pas (Volodia Remix)" © Sawt el Atlas}